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Walt Whitman: Shut Not Your Doors

Shut Not Your Doors

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring,Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.